Blasting Guns, Chains that sings out loud,
Kill my brother I am a hopeless child.
Subservient to a cause here my cries,
I the slave of my history.
The seeds of the future, living in a darkness,.

Wake up Nig--- you been crying to long.
The laws of miss knowing, the close mind,
will only confuse you.
The slave ship of the darken Ghetto,
the brothers and sisters who refuse to let go.
A hope less dreams, refusing to read,
singing oh Mary don’t you weep.
Your extension is about to be delete.
Is anybody listening?

Wake up Nig—your Time is limited

Majesty of African Gold, dignity that says it loud,
self assured, firm and sturdy,
composure that screams out loud,
the spirit is dying, one soul un-destructible ,
God fearing, Almighty praise,
Let my ancestors plead my cause in the world of unity while I keep on fighting to live.

A lynch men call failure, a hood rat called confusion,
a nightmare call green, A hope call perseverance,
insurance call revolution,
Drive call Jesus, an optimized contentions,
of a want be slave.
Linguistics formation of a inner hell.
Inclinations of an infinitive, shall be silence,
mythology a new concept of a world order the demised propagations of a tunnel vise mind.

Wake Up Nigg--

Splitting and infinitive,
the ashes of the hooded dead,
the hooded Klan rolls up the project stairs,
the pretentiousness of a postmodernism.
Executing the close doors, ample fields of battle within the immortal that glories the dazzle upon its raft.

Come from beneath the gold plated,
emaciations of a God.
Who dose not exists upon this earth.
Break the chains of your feet,
dissolve the chains of your mind.
If you crawl like a womb you shall surely die.
The almighty heavenly father shall not be duplicated.

I the ancestors daughter is the way,
wings of the light, broken dreams,
I said a prayer miracles appeared.
The serenity to embrace the spirit ,
and the wisdom to know the difference,
the that you may live long upon this land.

Quarrelsome of forbidden fruit.
Parasite poisons shall not dictate the fates of my roots.
In the spirit of those who forgot the pass shall only repeat it. Bathing in the Pitts of hell.